I said 'forts' not 'sports'.

When I was little I loved boxes. Every time my parents got a large home appliance, I would be thrilled to find an oversized cardboard box just waiting to be cut, pasted, and propped into a car/house/world/hideout. Now I was recently on the phone with my good friend Kimmy, and it was one of those pointless conversations, you know? I was laying on my bed bopping my feet, twirling the cord of my computer charge between my fingers, just wasting my time. Kimmy, being the susie-homemaker, multi-tasker that she is was probably gardening, while petting a cat, and stirring cake batter...oh and probably burning a mix of indie gypsy music to listen to on the way to work. Anyways...there I lay, twirling a cord in one hand, drumming my pillow with the other....and I casually asked "Kimmy, did you like forts when you were little?" To which she replied;

"When I was in...some grade I started noticing that my brother's were getting trophies and I wasn't, and I wanted a trophy, so I decided to take up soccer...and I had asthma mind you, so anyways I played soccer for 1 season, and we ran alot.....we had to run laps, it was probably the worst time in my life, oh gosh, but I was like 'all for the trophies, all for the trophies'. So anyways it finally came time for the season to be over...and we did not get trophies, we got pennants; Little puffy painted pennants with our name on them. It was all in vein...no trophies and our team name was something like Dynamite, and I hated that, because I did NOT want that to be our name. Oh and our coach was this Indian guy and I could not understand a word he said, and his daughter was on the team and she always got special treatment, gosh I hated it. I hated it so much, and-"

"Kimmy...Kimmy," I had to interrupt her, "I said forts....did you like forts when you were little?

"Oh....why didn't you stop me?"

"I did."

"Why didn't you stop me earlier?"

"I dunno.....so did you like forts?"

"Yea, of course."

"Cool....me too."